Cliff: Oh, oh, get ready for the good times. The big guy doth approach.
Norm: [enters slowly] [weakly] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm?
Diane: Norman?
Sam: Why don't you sit down, Norm?
[Norm sits down on the spot in front of the door]
Sam: What's the problem?
Norm: You know that job I landed over in Braintree? I had to take a company physical this afternoon and apparently there was something on the chest X-ray.
Coach: Something bad, Normie?
Norm: No, a happy face. Sorry, Coach. Yes, something bad. A spot of some sort. They sent it over to a specialist to take a look.
Sam: Well, now, come on, Norm, these things happen sometimes and they turn out to be nothing, They just come to nothing.
Norm: Yeah, we all come to nothing, Sam. I'm just going to get there a little sooner.